a grey day
“Years as they roll cut all our pleasures short;
Our pleasant mirth, our loves, our wine, our sport,
And then they stretch their power, and crush at last
Even the power of singing of the past.”
[x]#279 fan dinsdag 19 november 2002 @ 23:48:12
lieuwe op 23 november 2002 @ 10:00:46
Oan de ein
Is alles sein.